Chapter 186: Spirit Contract [2]
"The Hall of Communion," Evelyn said, stopping before the doors.
She placed her hand on the wood.
It glowed, recognizing her mana signature, and slowly swung open with a sound like wind chimes.
Inside, the light was soft, filtered through the crystal walls. Rows of stone benches faced a raised dais.
And standing on that dais was a woman.
She was breathtaking.
She wore simple white robes that seemed to flow like water around her form.
Her hair was white as snow, cascading down her back in intricate braids. Her ears were pointed—unmistakably elven—but her presence felt far more ancient than Elara's.
Her eyes were a deep, endless blue, holding a wisdom and a sorrow that felt older than the forest itself.
Evelyn, the S-Rank hunter who bowed to no one, stepped forward and inclined her head deeply.
"Honorable Professor Lysandra," Evelyn said, her voice filled with rare, genuine reverence. "The first-years have arrived."
